i get down wit the rhythm...
people they think i'm sicker than ya average style of spitter,
Coz my hits they never miss ya,
Lemme tell you bout a kiddie who had a quickie...
ye he's names Jimmy jus turned 16 wit his girl misty,
She was sexy could flex in all sorta positions,
Get you wooing for them hips and tits they'd get you missin...
her if you stayed away for too long...she gets you long,
Jus from lookin at that thong...
'tell the story man c'mon',
well it startin to get frisky...
Jimmy tickle my kitty,
he's like yo you got a lump?...she's like that's my clitty...
c'mon give it a licky...i know you wanna taste,
Aw fuck it how about i sit my arse on ya face,
And i can ride you all day...and he's like aight come play,
It's his best meal in days so he ain't gonn complain,
She returns the favour...and the flavours a moment to savour,
Then she heard a "putt putt" aw man this long it takes ya!,
2 pumps and a grunt...and he didn't get in her cunt,
What the fuck well this songs a quickie man shut up,
This songs got no depth where's the lyrical rage?,
RAGE...fuck i'd be pissed if i didn't get to penetrate!,